Last night as I watched all of the beautiful people floating down the red carpet, while I sat on my couch in an over-sized sweatshirt and pajama bottoms stuffing greasy pizza into my face — I couldn’t help but feel, oh? Like a worthless, lowlife piece of sh*t. Which is why when Ellen brought out pizzas to distribute among Hollywood’s elite, it was kind of life-affirming and amazing.
But nobody, and I mean nobody, was happier to see that pizza than Brad Pitt — who was absolutely just having a passionate, torrid love affair with his slice. Judging by the look on his face I’d have to guess that pizza is about as welcome in the Jolie-Pitt household as reruns of Friends.
Aww, he even handed out plates. But seriously: EVERYBODY OUT OF MY WAY.